LaZorra: Revan: I have about an hour of spell on you.
LaZorra: *sleep, rather.
Revan: That had me confused.
LaZorra: Although a slepp would be awesome.
TalkingDog: You, spell?
Revan: LOL
LaZorra: Er.
LaZorra: TD: LOL LOL
Ghost of Sam: I couldn't get to spell last night.
Ghost of Sam: Have you ever gotten so tired you can't spell?
goldfishy: All the time
Revan: Yup.
Maryam: My covenmates comment upon my tiredness frequently.
goldfishy: I keep falling off my broom
goldfishy: And then my black cat laughs at me
TalkingDog: "Stubble, rubble, boil and... No, that's not right..."
Maryam: But at least it gives me the coveted "pale with shadows under eyes" look, which complements my black lipstick and hair dye perfectly.
